of that bullshit. If I've struck any nerves, oh well. Suck it up.
Anyways, I still try to make a wish at 11:11.
It's more like out of habit and hope, not the actually
idea of it coming true. But just in case it might, I always wish
for something that I really want. None of my wishes have come
true. So I guess to say that, wishing is bullshit, dreams are bullshit,
hope is bullshit. All that matters is me. All that matters is what I can
see, feel, and touch. What's going on right now. Fuck the rest.
I smashed my alarm clock into pieces so I'm not tempted to
make anymore wishes full of false hope.
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